Oversimplification

I make the mistake once a day
To see the world as shapes.
As circles and squares and lines.
Oh! the synergy and symmetry
The odd trapezoids and obtuse triangles.
The endless ends and rounds and flats.
Cylinders and their empty secrets.
 Everything everywhere sectionalized
Yet together in an odd mosaic.
The mistake is that shape isn't enough,
There is more to each things story.
Our lives cannot be defined by edges.
Purpose is a box with no corners.

a broken Thing

I am a trampoline
Folded in on itself
By heavy rain and time
In the early dawn hours
When the sun can't yet shine
Dew rolls off my silver lining
My metal skeleton that bends
Only at the wrong places
And brings shame to circles everywhere

There will be
No more jumping on me.